Calm Down Little Sin

by The Dead Ends

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released 08 February 2012
All songs © 2012 Loud Poetry music, ASCAP.
All songs written, recorded, and performed by The Dead Ends.
All rights reserved.

All lyrics by Will Fargason.
Cover photo by Courtney Crew.

The Dead Ends are:
Will Fargason (vocals, guitar)
Cody Boss (bass, guitar, vocals)
Jordan Haden (drums)

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Track Name: Calm Down
I broke the seal
of your letter.
I just wanted
to read what it said.

The hall was painted
bright gold,
rippled lights
all over the walls.

I made my way
into your cave.
Well-rehearsed words
would remain unsaid.

"Calm down," she said,
as she wiped my brow.

The second vision
erupts slowly:
soaks like tea
on dry paper.

You were wearing
all white,
shrouded with
the most beautiful lights.

I laid my gifts
at your feet.
The ground shook;
I ran for (to) the street.

"Calm down," she said,
"It's almost over now."

"Calm down," she said,
as she wiped my brow.

Calm down. (She was
a vision anyhow.)
Track Name: Little Sin
Maybe I had prayed for patience,
but I had forgotten it.
You held me out for so long.
I only hope this season ends soon.

I’m convinced that when you die
God makes you watch your entire life
play over and over again:
every painful moment, every little sin.

Mine will take awhile.
Mine could take all night.

Don’t make me make myself inside,
‘cause it’s too easy to run and hide.
Construction arguments just to bleed,
and what you have is what I need.

I’m convinced that when you die
God makes you watch your entire life
play over and over again:
every painful moment, every little sin.

Mine will take awhile.
Mine could take all night.

The patter of wet feet on hot concrete.
The sun rising as if to meet
me and say it’s another day
to run away after I stray.

I’m convinced that when you die
God makes you watch your entire life
play over and over again:
every painful moment, every little sin.

Mine will take awhile.
Mine could take all night.

Mine: wait and see.
Mine will take eternity.